Xuanyuan Mo Ze's face was also sculpted finely like a heavenly being. However, his looks were handsome and resolute, his body was filled with inherent dignity and the tyranny of a king as if he were the ruler of all things in the Ninth Heaven.
The man in white sitting on a tree had an exquisite face surpassing those gorgeous women whose beauty could topple a city. There was no oppressive and murderous aura on his body. Instead, he had an immortal nature that was free from worldly material. His whole body exuded such a pure aura so that people felt their inferiority so keenly.
Those two gazed at each other calmly. One sitting on the tree, the other standing under the tree. Nobody uttered a word.
